26 June 2008
22 June 2008
Nested in the time and thoughtlessly done,
A deed coolly limned by the confederate sun
That paused the shadows to show grief's place--
And this dark covering a distant face.
Graceless heart to labor so
In self-love's inversion, to oneself foe.
A hand or eye nor strong nor weak
That buries what it would seek.
13 June 2008
People line the counter for their breads and salads.
Florescence of Brie. Of olive.
In the humid afternoon the brick edge makes a triangle of garden shade.
Two starlings slowly pace.
The distant highway serves as partner to the silence.
Dust motes cross the shaft.
Yuri's last mask possessed: blind despairing reason.
Three weeks left.
In the Station den Haag the people look; they face in all directions.
Love, I need.